Tracy Saylor

I'm the Enforcer for the Demented Sons MC. I don't do beach hook-ups with a prim-ass school teacher. And I sure as hell don't obsess over the chick afterward. But that's exactly what I did. Remembering every inch of her luscious body, every damn sound she’d uttered — I fell into a hole I couldn’t crawl out of. A five foot nothing, legs for days, hole.

“Even before you were born, we belonged to each other, Vi,” I reminded her, trying to fight the desperation to grab on to her and hold her, because I could feel her slipping away from me more and more with each beat of my heart. “You were in your mom’s belly, but I still felt you in my heart. It was as if there was this invisible cord connecting your heart to mine. I can’t see it, but I feel it. Every damn day. You are mine.”

Rev rarely does what’s expected of him. The Blood Fury member’s rebellious nature tends to lead him on the road less traveled. In his youth, he fought the chains meant to restrain him, meant to force him on a righteous path. A path he never chose. A path he never planned to follow. He prefers to pave his own road, taking detours to forge his own future. Even if it’s one full of sin. However, he’s not sure he can deal with it alone. He wants someone to stand by him and help give him strength. A woman who also carves her own path and spits in the face of restrictive rules.

I was a good girl. I ate my vegetables, volunteered at the local autism centre, and sat in the front pew of church every Sunday. Then, I got cancer. What the hell kind of reward was that for a boring life well lived? I was a 17-year-old paradigm of virtue, and I was tired of it. So, when I finally ran into the man I'd been writing to since he saved my life as a little girl and he offered to show me the dark side of life before I left it for good, I said yes.

You better watch out for people who bounce back from everything that’s meant to destroy them. Those were the words that Coreline King learned to live by when it came to dealing with Tide "Rook" Crow, member of the Battle Crows MC, general surgeon, and all-around jerk who lived to make her life a living hell. It all started in high school when he stopped seeing her as a random girl and started to see her as his rival. Together, they became "frenemies". At least, it started out like that. Everyone always says there’s a fine line between love and hate.

Falling for a girl I just met was never in my plans. We had one night together, and most days I convince myself that she was an apparition - something I made up in my mind to get me through the hard days. Then I found her again. Only she wasn't happy and smiling, giving me a hard time like she did the day we met. She was broken...unseeing eyes no longer filled with life. She was gone because of another person's disregard for human life.

Life can change in the blink of an eye. As a member of the Cerberus MC, an elite organization that specializes in the rescue and recovery of trafficked women, I've seen it happen more than once. I've witnessed how easily a family can be torn apart from a single bad choice. We've been too late before and have to live with the guilt of how a few hours would've changed everything.

Three things Lynsey Jones knows about the hot doctor: he's grouchy, an arrogant jerk, and strangely obsessed with pie. Three things Dr. Josh Richardson knows: He doesn't talk about his past, he doesn't do relationships, and the crazy girl in the hospital cafeteria who ate a fistful of French silk pie...is annoyingly irresistible. After a chance meetup at a bar and a heated cab ride together, things come to a head. Three months later, the weird cafeteria stalker who crept out of Josh's house like a thief in the night winds up as his patient in the ER after her Tinder date from hell.

Oliver Shrike thinks ahead. He likes to make lists and tick off boxes. He plans, he plots, and he's got everything under control. Until one day he sees my videos on his dating site. The private erotic videos I make just for him. When I'm looking at the camera, I can practically see his face. Hear the internal arguments. Feel his desire. Because I'm that kind of woman. You should delete my videos, Oliver Shrike. It's your job to keep that dating site on the up and up. But you don't, do you?

Belinda Baker and I were not made for each other. We are not soul mates, or lovers, or even frenemies. She is the one who needed to get away. What we had together wasn’t blind love, it was sick rage. We were a match made in hell, it was hate at first sight, and when she walked away from me and never looked back - it was a relief. It was bliss. So why did I travel 2,000 miles so I could be near her? Why can’t I stop thinking about this girl I never want to see again?